is too
grim to contemplate.
“Police interviewed him later. He denied flat out I was
“Police interviewed him later. He denied flat out I was
anything to do with him, and Carrick said he looked
nothing like me.”
“Do you remember what he did look like?”
“Anastasia, this isn’t a part of my life I revisit very
often. Yes, I remember what he looked like. I’ll never
forget him.” Christian’s face darkens and hardens,
becoming more angular, his eyes frosting with anger. “Can
we talk about something else?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He shakes his head. “It’s old news, Ana. Not
something I want to think about.”
“So what’s this surprise, then?” I need to change the
subject before he goes all Fifty on me. His expression
lightens immediately.
“Can you face going out for some fresh air? I want to
show you something.”
“Of course.”
I marvel how quickly he turns—mercurial as ever. He
grins at me with his boyish, carefree, I’m-only-twentyseven
smile, and my heart lurches into my mouth. So it’s
something close to his heart, I can tell. He swats me
playfully on my behind.
“Get dressed. Jeans will be good. I hope Taylor’s
packed some for you.”
He rises and pulls on his boxer briefs. Oh . . . I could
sit here all day, watching him wander around the room.
My inner goddess agrees, swooning as she ogles from her
chaise longue.
“Up,” he scolds, bossy as ever. I gaze at him, grinning.
“Just admiring the view.”
He rolls his eyes at me.
As we dress, I notice that we move with the
synchronization of two people who know each other well,
each watchful and acutely aware of the other, exchanging
the occasional shy smile and sweet touch. And it dawns on
me that this is just as new for him as it is for me.
“Dry your hair,” Christian orders once we’re dressed.
“Domineering as ever.” I smirk at him, and he leans
down to kiss my hair.
down to kiss my hair.
“That’s never going to change, baby. I don’t want you
sick.”
I roll my eyes at him, and his mouth twists in
amusement.
“My palms still tw
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